It’s hilarious, laughable, pathetic even, how love could either build you or ruin you and yet knowing this, people still chase after it like the rise of golden light beyond the horizon, or the last drop of dew in twilight, or the flutter of that one coral blue butterflies in buttercup paved meadow.
It’s frightening, daunting, startling even, how love makes your hands clammy like you’re being interviewed by the very man who founded the big shot company you’ve applied to.
And it’s utterly, impossibly, unbelievable how love comes in many ways like a bump and a spill of coffee on crisp white shirt, or a brush of hands upon a dusty leather brown book spine or an envelope obtained from a mailbox on one’s way back from grocery shopping.
Well, that’s exactly what’s happening to Min Yoongi, second son to one of the well-known elite families in Seoul. Most of the time, he couldn’t care less about family matters; business deals, dinner with alien faces and empty conversations─ those things he’s entitled to attend with mildly bored eyes and champagne he’ll never finish in one hand. But this particular matter, he can’t just not care. One, because it directly concerns him (as if the cursive letter of his name engraved in bold black against crisp white isn’t enough indication). Two, because it’s from a certain someone in his family who he’s fond of.
Is written on the top of the not so neat written paper.
CONTEXT: The game was a homebrew of 5e, and the party had encountered a dragon, it was a DragonBorn Wizard, Tiefling Rogue male, Tiefling Rogue female, cleric (who by the way I killed off for being a backstabber to the ooc), and a halfling wizard.
DM (Me): Alright so Yume, you are down to 22 hp.
Tiefling Rogue Female(ooc): Shoot, okay, can I sneak attack?
DM(Me): Nat 1.
DM(Me): And dragon is going to bite Yume since she is closest.
*Nat fucking 20.
Tiefling Rogue Female (ooc): OH GOD.
Dm(Me): Damage time.
*I kid you the fuck not, the dice equaled 22 exactly.
*Whole table is just dying to the point where we had to take a 3 minute break*
“What are you doing? Get the fuck up! It’s not nap time!” “Someone is shooting at me.” “Whelp, my girlfriend killed you.” “Congratulations, you fucked up.” “Oh my god, there are so many things.” “Did I not just do that?” “What is happening?” “Sure, take me. Let’s go.” “My girlfriend is doing all the work!” “You’re almost as confused as I am.” “I just like ran right into this raider camp. It’s fine.” “Random rocks and shit, just hanging out.” “Great. I got a rock.” “Let me just throw my ass just down this hole.” “I love that I’m getting on shit that works on my equipment from the Milky Way, out of these ancient tomb things that the people in this galaxy don’t even know about.” “Do you have to jump over that? You could walk just two inches!” “Guys, bridges are supposed to BRIDGE THINGS.” “I think your bridge is broken.” “I kinda really want to jump down there. I know I’ll die. But I want to.” “The music is going spastic, there’s shit flying in my face, there’s giant turnips in the sky… what the fuck is happening?” “I don’t even know what’s going on.” “Hold still! I want to shoot you!” “Let me live my life.” “My eyes are on fire.” “This water looks like pudding!” “They look like dumb little octopi.” “Now it’s time to die.” “I’m gonna punch your ass even though you fly, c'mere!” “Let’s go, guys! So I don’t die – where the fuck are all of you!?” “Well, it’s DEAD NOW.” “What? What, what, what? I don’t see anything! What do you want? WHAT?!” “I wanna get my MAD LOOT first.” “These robots have the juiciest thighs.” “ARE YOU TELLING ME THEY CRASHED HERE AND NOBODY NOTICED?” “ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH?” “I don’t know what the fuck you want from me, but if you think I believe this shit for one minute–” “Fucking – just die, I’m done with your plot!” “Knife to the eyeball!” “Are you dead now? What happened?” “That’s fucking, like, beautifully stupid.” “You have a little dialogue tree I can shimmy my butt up?” “Oh, get out you dirty whore.”
Even Bech Næsheim prides himself on being generally pretty decently calm about things. There is one thing though …. he isn’t that calm about.
They are laying in bed, legs tangled and facing each other when it happens. Isak’s eyes shift the slightest bit from Even’s face and seem to focus on something behind him for a split second, then return to Even.
Even knows this. It’s the exact same way his mother had looked his entire life when she contemplated how do break those horrible news to him, whats behind him and at the same time not wanting him to panic.
Even’s eyes widen and he - with a quickness he didn’t know his sleepy and lanky body was capable of - turns and at the same time scoots away (read: more than half on Isak, who let out an indignant little hmpf).
There it was. Dangling in the space just right behind the spot his head had been a second ago. A freaking Spider. Making a strangled noise Even scoots even further away (read: climbs over Isak) and jumps out of the bed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” his voice is whiny and breathless. Eyes focusing on the little fucker he misses the disbelieving look his boyfriend gives him.
“Babe,” Isak starts, but Even shoots him a scared looking glare. “Don’t Babe me! Kill it!”
Isak raises both brows and opens his mouth. Obviously contemplating if he should continue this conversation or just commit the first degree insect murder. Well, he decides on a compromise. He reaches over and takes it in his hand and-
“OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Isak almost lets the spider go when he jumps at Even’s booming question.
“Jesus Christ, Even! I’m putting it outside! Would you fucking chill?”
Isak moves out of the bed and when he passes Even to get to the window, Even scrambles out of the way and almost out of the room. Isak rolls his eyes when he opens the window and places the spider outside.
“How can you even touch that thing?” Even shivers. He feels phantom spiders all over himself. He shivers again. Bc YUCK!
Isak scoffs “I’ve lived in an actual basement, Even. I lived among them” He seems to get an idea because he grins when he turns around and he raises his eyebrows in a dramatic way. “I am the Master of spiders!” He spreads his arms wide as he says that.
Even can’t help but snort at his silly boy. He is still remaining frozen at the bedroom door, though - arms driving over every part that somehow suddenly feels like little eight-legged things move around on it - so Isak crosses the distance between them.
“All good now. The spider is gone, Evi. Let’s go to sleep.” He says and tugs Even toward the bed.
“Ok, but ….” Even pulls his lips in and stares at the bed. Isak looks between his boyfriend and the bed.
“Uh,… want me to search it?” He asks, shrugging with one shoulder. He really expects Even to say no, of course not but Even’s head snaps to him with a relieved look in his eyes and face and he quickly says “Yes!”
Pairing: Yoongi x reader Genre: BTS mafia au Warning: angst, smut (at some point), violence, mentions of prostitution/drugs, swearing, other dark themes I can’t think of right now
Word count: 1566
Summary:Y/N Y/L/N is the daughter of Y/F/N Y/L/N, leader of the most renowned gangs in the mafia. While working, Y/N catches the attention of Min Yoongi, leader of one of the most feared gangs within the mafia. And he will stop at nothing to get her…
Could you please write a Gotham imagine where the reader is Jim’s daughter and Bruce’s girlfriend when she’s at the GCPD Jerome takes her hostage instead of Lee. Basically Jim and Bruce go after the reader to save her from Jerome since he’s had an obsession with her ever since the last time he was alive. And can the ending be fluffy and adorable please? Thank you!💜”
“Y/N, can you go grab the case file from my office, please?” Lee asked, giving my father- Jim Gordon- her best stink eye as she stood in front of his desk, waiting to talk with him privately.
“But I’m supposed to be meeting Bruce.” I complained with a small frown.
“Just do it, Y/N.” Jim grumbled, giving Lee a pleasant smile. I didn’t know why he played to it. Rolling my eyes, I nodded and slipped off of his desk to go down to her office, through the medical examination room. It always gave me the creeps, one of the few things in Gotham that actually managed to do so, but I went anyway. It was the only way to get to the stinking office. I hummed a small tune as I went, ‘Twisted Nerve’ specifically, it was a bit of an unnerving tune, but it was catchy and I couldn’t help it. My feet pattered on the tiles as I opened the door and hurried through the examination room, Jerome’s body was still on the table and even with his face he scared me, so you can imagine how I felt seeing him all bandaged up like that.
I found the files easily, purposely knocking over a photo frame and a pencil pot before I left. Leaving the dark room I turned back to shut the door and then when I turned back to hurry through the examination room again-
“Boo!” His voice was like living Jack-In-The-Box, springing out at me with so little warning that the files fell to the floor and I squealed quietly. Waving his dramatically before cracking his knuckles, he had that disturbing, but signature grin on his face, like I should actually enjoy seeing him Alive. Very not dead. “Nawh. Is Jimbo’s daughter scared?” He chuckled, taking my hand a leading me to the table.
“Y-You’re not… Not-”
“Dead…? Sit, sit.” He shrugs, gesturing to the table and I comply nervously. “Nope, not got a clue how that happened, or what happened for that matter. But some guy took my face, and as you can imagine, I’d like it back. Tell me what I missed.” He clasps his hands together and leans against the desk, an eager smile on his face, toying with the gun in between his hands, causing me to look down at the dead officer on the floor. My eyes widened in horror, to which Jerome responded by grabbing my chin and getting em to face him, urging me to explain. Which I did, but not without looking back down at the crimson red blood on the floor.
“…He took your face.” I finish as gently as possible, looking down at the floor, but my head shot back up again when he laughed quietly.
“Oh yes! I remember you better now.” His words had no relation to what I just told him, he was definitely an odd one. “Not only are you Jimmy’s daughter… Your little Brucie’s girlfriend… Awh! Has a good taste in woman…” He remarked, tilting his head and leaping forward to take a pair of handcuffs off of the dead officer.
“What are you doing?” I asked quietly, getting off of the table and taking a few steps back.
“What d’you say about me and you going on a little trip?” His eyes lit up in deranged excitement. “Let’s call it a date! I’d hate to steal another guy’s gal, but damn… I just, Can’t, help myself.” He hummed eagerly, not struggling to handcuff me and start taking me out of the back entrance of the GCPD, going to make his big announcement…
On any other occasion I’d have complimented the restaurant and said it was a beautiful place to eat- the intricate designs on the ceiling, elegant decor and well-chosen colour schemes-by any other occasion what I meant was, a time when the room wasn’t covered in pools of blood, blood spatters and dead bodies. After taking me from the GCPD, kicking and screaming, Jerome forced me into the back of a car and took me to the facility where he reattached his face and caused the city-wide power outage. From there, all he had to do was pick up some goons that would help him carry out his dirty deeds. They massacred the people hiding in the restaurant, save the kitchen staff and tied me to the chair, not exactly what I’d call a date.
“This is so lovely! Betcha’ Brucie never did all this for ya!” He gestured to the mess and his cult friends laughed maniacally, to which I cringed. “I expect he’ll be around soon, looking for his lady, but what he doesn’t know is… He ain’t getting you back.” He leaned for ward with a grin, adjusting his tie and the table cloth, almost seriously. Soon enough the food was brought out, despite it smelling wonderful, the presentation was terrible Who could blame them? I’d do a terrible job too if I was that nervous. The one waiter they hadn’t killed was sweating profusely and started to cry when Jerome snatched his plate.
“Th-thank-you.” I smiled weakly at the man, swallowing anxiously, but Jerome frowned.
“Terrible. Absolutely terrible. I bring my lady on a date and they can’t even serve the food properly!” He snapped, pulling his gun out and shooting the man in the neck. Blood sprayed across my cheek and I cried out, shutting my eyes. “Oh damn… They always said not to shoot the messenger… Go kill the rest of them…” Jerome ordered happily before picking up his knife and starting to eat. I sat silently, holding my breath as he ate. Worrying that nobody would ever come until I saw the flashing lights outside the broken window. I exhaled suddenly and started to stand up, my hands still tied awkwardly to the wood.
“Thank god…” I muttered, but Jerome held up the gun, pointing it at me without taking his eyes off of his dinner. Finishing the mouthful with a loud slurp, he stood up also.
“Sit.” I snapped, shaking his head in disapproval. “Oh, Jimbo!” He called, gesturing for his men to move out the way of the door as my father and a few other officers entered. My father looked nervous, but clearly meant business with his stern expression, holding his gun high. It wasn’t until he was a few feet from Jerome that I saw Bruce poke out from behind his back.
“Bruce…” I whispered quietly, eyes lighting up hopefully, but I stayed in my seat, tugging lightly at my restraints. Jerome sighed loudly and then pointed at Bruce.
“Always ruining my fun, Jim. And as for you, little Bruce… Thinking you could just start dating my girl after I died. How disrespectful of you.” Jerome tutted, trying to step closer, but at that my father raised the alarm. Calling to the other officers and they opened fire.
“Y/N GET DOWN!” His voice echoed around the empty, bloody room.I dropped to the floor, pulling the chair on top of my body, still attached. I remained like that until the gun shots stopped and all that was audible was the sound of Bruce’s fists hitting Jerome’s stapled face. “Hey, hey. Bruce.” My father spoke, pulling Bruce away, who was frowning deeply. Then he looked over to where I was and ran over, pulling the chair away and using the steak knife to cut the rope. He pulled me into a tight embrace and we stayed like that until there was the click of a gun. Jerome groaned and sighed, but he didn’t get any further than that, because my father swung at him, knocking the rest of his face off. I grimaced, then looked between the two most important men in my life and smiled softly. They saved me.
A/N: This ended pretty similar to my last imagine… I’m not always keen on writing the reader as a pretty quiet, obedient person, but hey, always time for something new! I hope you like it!
Pairing - Reader x Jungkook [Taehyung is a main character as well]
Genre - Stripper Au
Word Count - 3250
A/n - Ohmy. I can’t believe this is finally over! Thanks for the continued love and support you have all showed for this story and If you want to read another one of my stories check out this one -Forbidden ( It’s Taehyung x Reader) Thanks for reading! (:
I was back at the police station again and I wasn’t sure if I was more shaken up this time or the last time. The only good part of this situation was the fact that Jungkook was with me. If I had to do this on my own I wouldn’t be sure If I could handle this.
I thought that I was a strong person, or brave at least. But everything that I have went through I realized that I am a lot weaker than I thought.
The officers questioned me about what we had discovered in Taehyung’s storage but I explained to them that I had no clue what was going on and I genuinely didn’t. Then the subject shifted when they start asking me questions about Zoe.
“We have reason to believe that Zoe was murdered and that your boyfriend is guilty of that crime. There were signs of struggle at her apartment and it’s very likely that her suicide was staged. Can you tell us about your boyfriend’s relationship with the victim?” They asked.
“I don’t know a lot about their relationship. I recently found out when Zoe died that Taehyung was her father’s child. I didn’t even know they were seeing each other.”
“Well according to Zoe’s cell phone log, her and Taehyung communicated a least once a month for the past year.”
I was speechless really, and as I discovered more and more about Taehyung’s lies I was less in shock and more angry and disgusted.
“Are you sure that’s all you know about Taehyung, he didn’t happen to mention anything else?” They asked.
“No, that’s all I know. Honestly he was hiding so much from me.” I told them.
“We have issued a warrant for Taehyung’s arrest, if you see or hear from him please do not hesitate to call us. We could really use your help.” They told me.
“Of course, I’ll let you know If I see him” I assured them.
The detectives excused themselves and Jungkook and I made our way to the car. As Jungkook drove I silently stared out of window. I wanted Taehyung to go to jail for sure but what if he retaliated and told the police about what I had did years ago. I was scared and I knew that Jungkook could tell.
“Everything is going to be alright, y/n” He said as he drove, glancing at me when he could.
“I feel like such a failure Jungkook.” I let out trying to hold back tears.
“Why?” He questioned.
“I’ve wasted so much time and I’ve practically thrown away my life to be with Taehyung. Five years! I could have been in law school right now. I could have had a relationship with my family. I’m such an idiot.” I cried out.
“You are not an idiot, he is really deceitful and there was no way you could have known about that. I’m just glad you got out of this situation before he hurt you. And why are you speaking as if you are on your deathbed? Y/n remember when we first met and I told you that you were young? You can still go to law school and you can restore your relationship with your brother. You can do everything you want to.”
I stared at Jungkook as he finished his words. His voice was assuring and he made me feel complete, like I was worth something. I couldn’t find the words to say anything. I was silent and I’m sure that even Jungkook couldn’t read my expression. Honestly I was speechless, I was amazed. I didn’t understand how a person could be so perfect.
We finally pulled up outside of the apartment and Jungkook parked the car. He looked over at me, wondering why I hadn’t replied and why I had been so silent. “Did I say something wrong?”
“I love you.” Were the only words I could say.
Jungkook stared at me in complete shock as if he hadn’t quite heard what I had spoken although I was completely sure that he had heard me.
“Y/n do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words?” He finally spoke. “Y/n I love you so much.”
“I wanna be with you Jungkook and I understand if my complicated life is too much for you to deal with.”
“Of course not, when I love someone I love every part of them.” He said grabbing my hand and starting to kiss the digits of my fingers as he spoke. “I love you, and If you let me I’ll stay by your side. Regardless of what happens I’ll be here for you. Please be mine.”
“Jungkook my heart was yours from the moment we first kissed. I love you.” I said. He leaned over to kiss me as he held my face in his hands and I didn’t want this moment to end because right now I wasn’t thinking about Taehyung. I wasn’t thinking about the complications of my life or what the future would hold because I knew it would be okay with Jungkook.
We went to a hotel, knowing that It wasn’t safe for us to be at my home considering everything that was going on. We didn’t go to Jungkook’s place either because it was too far if they police needed to speak with me again.
Jungkook and I talked about a lot that night. We planned for a future together as shared some of the goals we both wanted to achieve. We cuddled for the majority of the day until he had to leave around seven. The author he was working with asked if he could come look over something briefly. Jungkook was hesitant to leave me but I told him that everything would be fine.
Taehyung wasn't the type of person to go down without a fight. He fought for what he wanted and for the most part he always got that. So when he just so happened to turn on the TV in his hotel room and see the news he knew that he was in trouble, serious trouble. Had his partner turned on him? How did the police find out about what he was hiding in his storage? No one knew about his storage and the key was hidden. There was only one way they could have found out, through y/n.
How could she have turned him in? After everything they had been though? After everything he had given her? Taehyung knew he needed to run. The most logical thing would be to call his friend who could make fake passports and get the hell out of the country.
He couldn’t though, because regardless of what she had done to him Taehyung couldn’t leave without y/n. She belonged to him, she was his property and he was taking her with him rather she liked it or not.
Because he was a wanted man he knew it would be extremely hard to sneak around but thankfully his friend was close and that friend owed him. An hour later he met up with him to deliver a package. Fake passports, IDs, cash and a car for him and y/n to use. Now he had one last thing to do left and that was to go get his girl.
When he located y/n’s phone he discovered she was at a hotel so he drove there. Of course he had no clue what room she was in but thankfully money is power, and the receptionist was happy to give out the information that he needed along with a room key for a few hundred bucks.
He made his way to the room using the key to unlock the door. When he entered the room he immediately noticed her shoes at the door. The same ones that he had bought for her. He noticed two jackets hanging up in the closet, one he was familiar as it was hers but the other he was unsure about. He knew that it had to be a male’s jacket and instantly started to fume thinking about who it belonged to. As he entered the room he could hear water running in the bathroom and decided to quietly wait on y/n, so he took a seat on the bed.
I decided to take a quick bath just to relax myself. When I got out I dried myself off slipping my nightgown over my head before walking out of the bathroom. When I entered the room I jumped out of fear at who was sitting on the bed. It was Taehyung and he grinned at me as he saw me.
“You’ve been a very bad girl y/n.” Were the words Taehyung said.
I stood there frozen. I was terrified and I didn’t know what to say. Until finally what had been weighing on my chest surfaced forward.
“Did you kill Zoe?” I asked.
“Did I kill Zoe?” He said standing up from the bed and walking close to me. “I’d do anything for you y/n.”
“Answer the question Taehyung, did you hurt her?”
“She was going to hurt our relationship, she needed to be taken care of.”
I let out the breath that I had been holding in the entire time I was waiting for his answer and tears started to stream down my face.
“Shhh, don’t cry baby.” He said caressing my face with his hand causing me to cringe at his touch. “I had to protect you. Just like I had to kill that man who tried to hurt you years ago.”
“The man that I killed?” I questioned.
“The man that you injured. The killing was all on my part.”
“What? I didn’t kill him?” I asked in confusion and astonishment.
“You didn’t physically kill him no.”
“You made me believe that I killed him, all this time I thought that I was a murderer.” I said. Not only was I confused I was upset, angry even. Because although it was an act of self defense, living with someone’s murder on my conscience made me feel like a horrible person.
“You didn’t kill him but you are responsible for his death. If you wouldn’t have hit him so hard, I wouldn’t have had to take him to the middle of the woods and shoot him as he started to regain consciousness. See you killed him because he died on your behalf. He died because I needed to protect you.”
“Oh my god, you’re insane.”
Taehyung let out an earthy laugh. “Get your shoes on, we need to hurry and leave here.” He requested in a surprisingly calm town.
“No, I’m not leaving with you. Taehyung I don’t love you anymore.” I said looking around for my phone finding it on the charger by the bed.
“What did you just say to me?”
“I said that we are over. Please just get out now and I won’t call the police.”
Taehyung was enraged. He grabbed a fistful of my hair yanking me up to make eye contact with him.
“Over?!” He yelled. “We will NEVER be over! You belong to me. You are mine. You think because you’ve been fucking someone else that you can leave me now? What lies has he been feeding you? Huh? You can’t leave me, you are nothing without me. I own you!” He yelled.
“You don’t own me and I will be fine without you. Just let me go! ” I yelled trying to pull my hair from his grasp causing it to only hurt more.
“You ungrateful bitch.” He yelled slamming me against the wall and causing me to let out a loud shriek. He then pulled out a knife holding it to my throat.
“Come with me now. Or we both die right here, right now.” He threatened.
I was now shaking and tears were pouring down my face, I didn’t know what would be worst, dying or continuing to be Taehyung’s prisoner. “Please don’t hurt me. I won’t turn you in I promise!” I cried out in desperation.
“It’s too late for that now isn’t it princess? The police are already on my tail.”
"Please, I’ll do anything.”
“Why couldn’t you have been a good girl huh? I would have given you anything and everything you wanted.” He growled.
I closed my eyes and tried to breathe steadily but the grip he had around my throat was too much and I was losing my breath rapidly. I begged for someone to help me, to save me from this horrible monster I thought I loved.
Almost as if my prayers had been answered immediately we heard banging on the door. “It’s the police open up!”
“Fuck!” Taehyung growled. I tried yelling to let them know I was in the room but Taehyung held the knife closer to my throat as a warning. “Be quiet or I really will kill you.”
I obeyed his words immediately, but it wasn’t hard to do so, I could hardly breathe and my entire body was shaking. I could tell Taehyung was trying to formulate an escape route in his head but he hadn’t acted fast enough because the police had opened the door and were standing in the room when I had reopened my eyes.
“Let her go now.” They demanded.
“No.” Was all that Taehyung said as he shuffled us over trying to make his way to a window in the room.
“Let her go and slowly place your hands in the air or we will shoot you.”
“Please just listen to them.” I begged and with one swift motion he was grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards the window and that’s when they shot.
The sound of a gunshot is surprisingly one of the most calming sounds I’ve ever heard. Well after you’ve made sure you haven’t been shot first, but after that it is simply calm. It’s as if your entire worldly suddenly slows down, almost completely. They world is going terribly slow and everything is on mute. I didn’t hear a thing. Not from the ungodly cry I let out to the yell of Taehyung as he hit the floor.
I collapsed to the floor as well and I was frozen still, I couldn’t move and the officers has to physically pick me up and carry me to safety. I don’t know if it was out of instinct but I wanted to go to Taehyung. To see if he was okay. I looked at him one last time as I was being pulled away. He was laying face down on the floor his head in my direction. There was blood pooling around him but he managed to choke out the words. “I love you.” Before he finally closed his eyes.
Jungkook was getting extremely worried. He had been texting y/n for the past hour and a half even attempted to call her three times with no reply. He knew she was in the hotel room but could something have happened? Why wasn’t she answering her phone.
Without a second thought he stood up from his sitting position and dashed towards the door leaving everyone around him in a state of confusion. He sped the entire way back to the hotel room and his heart sank when he saw police cars and ambulances in large quantity outside.
This was exactly what he was afraid of. He put the car in park and immediately opened the door pushing himself out without even turning it off.
“Shit shit shit!” He yelled when he saw someone being rolled out on a stretcher with a white cover over them. His heart sank immediately and he held his chest unable to breathe. A large audience of people had gathered outside and with all of the commotion he was having difficulty seeing anything until finally he located y/n sitting at the back of an ambulance with a blankets wrapped around her.
He ran to her engulfing her immediately into a tight hug and she started to cry on his chest he could finally breathe again.
Back at the police station the detectives informed them that the desk clerk had notified the police as soon as she saw Taehyung entered the hotel because she had seen him on the news and knew that he was up to no good. They thanked y/n and told her to let them know if she needed anything at all. They finally left the two of them leaving them alone together finally.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital? I really think you should.” He asked looking at the bruises on her neck.
“No I really don’t need to go to the hospital. I’m okay, I promise.”
“Are you positive? I’m sure they could treat you quickly and you can rest there if you are tired.”
She smiled softly at him. “I’m sure I don’t want to go the hospital, but there is somewhere else I’d like to go. Would you take me there?” She asked.
“Of course. Where to?” He asked.
An half an hour later they were pulling to a cemetery. And from what Jungkook knew about y/n’s past he had a very sure reason as to why she wanted to go there.
“I’ve never come to see their grave.” She spoke looking down as we sat in their car.
“They are going to be so happy to hear from you.” He said placing his hand on her back.
She nodded in response. “Will you stay here with me?”
“Of course, I’ll be right here if you need me. ” He said unlocking the door for her. She got out of the car closing it behind herself and slowly making her way to their tombstones which were right next to each other
She stood there for a while observing them before finally breaking down to her knees and crying. And although he wanted to go to her, he knew she needed this time alone with them. Because not only was this a cry of sadness and pain it was also a cry of relief. Relief that she was finally seeing her parents again and moving on with her life.
When he felt like the time was right he joined her, holding her in his arms as she said her goodbyes to her parents.
“Thank you for everything Jungkook.” She said.
Jungkook softly caressed her tear streaked cheeks, smiling at her and holding her tighter. They way she and Jungkook had met was definitely unconventional and people may have thought that they wouldn’t last. But he had no doubt in his heart and soul that they would be happy and in love forever.
a/n - Sooo should we end this like that? Or shall I write a little drabble of their future? Let me know guys, Once again thanks for reading!
“ My mother always said love was supposed set you free. ”
“ Sweet dreams, asshole. ”
“ I’ve been a prisoner of my love for you for a very long time. ”
“ Hey I’m on my way. And don’t forget my money. ”
“ Yuck. Not my type. I’m so over that whole uniform thing. ”
“ Give me the power, I beg of you. ”
“ You never really actually killed anybody, did you? ”
“ Back on your knees. Crawl. Good boy/girl. ”
“ Stay down on the floor where you belong. That’s right. ”
“ Don’t tell me Schmucky is one of those dolls who wets his pants. ”
“ Yeah, okay, uh, just a second. ”
“ Thanks, sweet face. I owe you one. ”
“ I’ll kill anybody, but I’ll only sleep with someone I love. ”
“ My parents liked all my friends. ”
“ I didn’t hear her/him complaining last night. ”
“ And by the way, where the hell did you learn to bake? ”
“ Go ahead and shoot! I’ll be back! ”
“ They think we’re mass murderers! ”
“ What are you gonna study? ”
“ I give them six months, three if she gains weight. ”
“ You need me, otherwise you’re stuck like this for good. ”
“ I don’t need you, I’ll look it up myself. ”
“ Oh my god, what are we gonna do! ”
“ Who the hell’s this bozo? What’s she/he doing? ”
“ Stabbings went out with Bundy and Dahmer. ”
“ Were you born with that knife superglued to your hand or what? ”
“ He ain’t big enough to handle a woman like you? ”
“ It ain’t the size that counts, asshole - it’s what you do with it. ”
“ You can’t keep us from seeing each other. ”
“ Nope, just babysitting. Foul-mouthed little fucker. ”
“ I knew you were obsessed, but… ”
“ What are you lookin at punk? You lookin at me? ”
“ That ring is worth five or six grand easy. ”
“ You mean… you weren’t gonna ask me to marry you? ”
“ Huh! A true classic never goes out of style! ”
“ Come on, let me in or I’m likely to catch my death out here. ”
“ Barbie, eat your heart out. ”
“ Would you please stop talking to me like I’m the one who’s crazy? ”
“ You’re the crazy one! You’re the mass murderer! ”
“ Oh, my God, you really did a number on him/her, didn’t you? ”
“ What did you use? Was it really bloody? Did he/she scream a lot? Was he/she half… ”
“ Hold still honey or I’m going to poke you in the eye again. ”
“ Figures you’d hitch us a ride with a fugitive. ”
“ We belong dead. I’ll see you in hell, darling. ”
“ You son of a bitch! What have you done to me? ”
“ Well, you guys are in the right place at the wrong time. ”
“ I believe we already met, haven’t we, sweet-face? ”
Series Summary: Y/N moved to Mystic Falls, Virginia a year ago in the hopes of starting over. She wanted to be something other than a hunter, she had always hated that life and one day, she left it. Of course, Mystic Falls is overrun with supernatural creatures, but most of them seem to be good so she doesn’t have to kill them. None of her new friends know about her past, but now there’s a supernatural creature on a killing spree in and around Mystic Falls. How long will it be before her past catches up with her?
Part Summary: Klaus reveals the information he has on the killer along with his surprising connection to the killer. The gang head to the Grill for the party, Y/N and Damon continue to grow closer much to the surprise and delight of their friends. Sam, Dean, and Castiel reveal something to Y/N and are formally introduced to her friends. Y/N gets a surprise visitor.
Pairing/s: Damon x Fem!Reader, Fem!Reader x Mystic Falls Gang, Fem!Reader x The Originals, Fem!Reader x Team Free Will, Klaus x Caroline, No Others Yet
Characters: Fem!Reader, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Caroline Forbes, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Freya Mikaelson, Enzo. St John, Tyler Lockwood, Bonnie Bennett, Elena Gilbert, Matt Donavon, Jeremy Gilbert, Liz Forbes, Vincent Griffith, Marcel Gerard, Alaric Saltzman, Hayley Marshall, Hope Mikaelson. Josie Saltzman and Lizzie Saltzman (Mentioned)
Warning/s: Mentions of murder, Little bit of swearing, Alcohol
TICCY PLAYS ZELDA BREATH OF THE WILD part 1: the beginning
(mostly about the first zone, and some early things you see once you get the explore the whole world) (spoilers, probably, read it only if you have completed at least the first zone (part 1) AND you fixed your tablet (part 2))
A/N: Just a head’s up; the scenario in this comes off as extremely unrealistic or something like that. But I needed something to work for what I have planned and this fit the bill. After all, it’s fiction :P Also, I apologise for the lack of dirty talk and rough sex!
We. Did. It. 1k followers. I cannot tell you guys how thankful I am for it. So, in celebration of that, I will be hosting a writing challenge for all the lovely people out there!
Rules for this challenge:
1. Choose a prompt from the list below. There is a variety to choose from, some vague and some specfic, but please only choose one.
2. Choose a pairing for your fic. Must either be Character x Reader or Character x OC. I will not accept pairings for two characters together. You can choose any characters from The Walking Dead or Supernatural.They do not have to be main characters- any of them are accepted.
3. All lengths are accepted- drabbles, one-shots, long fics, etc.
4. ANY GENRE IS ALLOWED. AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Platonic, Humour, etc. Please no incest or non-con if you are writing a smut. Include all warnings at the beginning of your fic.
5. Entry’s are due by May 21, 2017 in your timezone. If you need an extension, just let me know. :)
6. Please tag the post #ana’s 1k writing challenge, as well as tagging me, @such-a-common-girl, in your fics. I will be liking and reblogging them all.
And now on to the prompts…
If you want one of these prompts, shoot me a message, comment on this, or send in an ask. I will update this and put you down as the writer of that prompt. There can be no more than two writers for each prompt.